Yes, I am able to drive again. After over six weeks of having to be ferried around, I am able to get behind the wheel and take myself to all the places I have been missing.
I feel like a sixteen year old who has just gotten her license for the first time.
I'm sure you remember that feeling.
The first thing my friends and I did was cruise around the town in my mom's car looking for boys. The windows were down (no a/c) and we thought we were pretty cool in that big old Chrysler.
Okay, I'm not looking for boys, but I am visiting some favorite places.
Yes, my priorities have changed, but that wonderful sense of freedom is still there.